Across the ocean, the champagne-fueled celebration of the old-world conglomerates had lasted for precisely three minutes.
Within the lead-grey rain clouds looming over the Atlantic Ocean, the previously dark global holographic screens reloaded entirely at this exact second.
This time, there was no warm, iridescent orange glow; instead, waves of deathly pale, silent cold light flashed into existence. The cold illumination resembled a gargantuan physical scalpel, slicing open the night curtain of the Western horizon.
BEEP—
Devoid of any electronic static or current noise generated by human devices, the karmic notification tone exploded directly within the brainstems of all humanity:
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT: THE DISTRIBUTED BRAIN HAS ASSUMED CONTROL OF THE ELIMINATION SEQUENCE.]
[CURRENT TARGET SEGMENTATION LOADED: B.E.N. BLACK-MARKET SMUGGLING SYNDICATES, FINANCIERS OF THE ANIMAL CRUELTY PROFIT CHAIN, AND EXECUTIVES OF TRANSNATIONAL PHARMACEUTICAL CONGLOMERATES.]
[TOTAL COUNT: 1,000,000 INDIVIDUALS. PHYSICAL LIQUIDATION PROGRAM INITIALIZED.]
Inside the master control hall of the Snow Palace and the secret bunkers of the Pentagon, the champagne glasses held by politicians and global elites froze mid-air. No comment fields or bullet-chat boxes were provided on the screen for them to beg for mercy; there were only dense thickets of digital asset codes and precise geographical coordinates scrolling by at microsecond speeds.
Livestream Room B had officially lit up.
To the west, on the private island manor of the Vanguard Technology Group's core directors.
Seven elderly corporate barons, who controlled the economic lifelines of half of B.E.N., stood before their luxurious leather sofas.
Out on the manicured open lawn ahead, three hundred elite suicide operatives stood in flawless formation, equipped with the latest mechanical power exoskeletons and wielding non-electronic heavy crossbows.
In the logic of mortals, as long as the deities stepped back, this hardcore physical weaponry—immune to electronic interference—was their ultimate trump card to seize karmic assets. Yet, the Law of Karma brooked no explanations from mortals.
There was no explosion, nor a single wisp of smoke.
Within the exact millisecond the system notification dropped, the high-dimensional purging code locked onto the island. The seven conglomerate executives on the leather sofas saw their bodies collapse inward at extreme velocity.
The handmade suits they wore remained completely unscathed, and the custom Patek Philippe gold watches on their wrists did not even suffer a cracked strap; yet, their flesh, organs, and skulls were dissolved and formatted by high-dimensional geometric rules within a millionth of a second.
Thud, thud.
A few seconds later, those sagging suits and empty layers of clothing were violently filled out and stretched open from within. Emerging from the garments were no longer frail, aging billionaires, but cold-eyed warriors of a "non-human race", their entire bodies reinforced with dark-gold, anti-nuclear skeletal lines.
Simultaneously, the three hundred heavy mechanical exoskeletons out on the lawn suffered an absolute reverse-overload of their internal transmission shafts.
Crack!
The muffled thuds of bone and flesh being violently compressed erupted across the entire lawn. The three hundred fully armed operatives never even had the opportunity to pull the triggers of their heavy crossbows. Together with the steel exoskeletons encasing them, they were forcibly formatted, purified, and hoisted into the air by an invisible, high-dimensional giant hand within three seconds—twisted into absolutely solid cubes of iron particles, completely stripped of any human trace.
The West's final military remote-control nodes and capitalist fortresses were entirely, reversely formatted at this exact second.
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Returning from the far side of the ocean, over Long Nation's Southwestern First Hospital, the raging thunderstorm was instantly slapped with a mute command. Advancing with shattering momentum after obliterating the Level 7 bunker, Fengxi's delicate form tore through countless currents of wind, transforming into a streak of brilliant white-gold light as she descended from the ten-thousand-meter stratosphere.
Deep within the subterranean classified laboratory, Dean Hao Xue of the Academy of Sciences maintained a grim countenance. Without a shred of hesitation, his right hand slammed down the core control lever.
"Loong Saliva Dilution Matrix—the final half-milligram of raw extract, full-power infusion!"
This was a brand-new experiment, personally designated by the Long NationChief as "Dawn II".
That secure Loong Saliva Dilution Matrix—reconstructed by top scientists utilizing the latest molecular-cutting technology to completely tame the violent divine power—surged through the titanium alloy conduits as a wisp of pale-gold liquid.
Within a microsecond, it achieved absolute material fusion with a low-spec version of the orange light orb, forged from the unique properties of "Divine Gold-001"!
BOOM!
The exact millisecond the fusion concluded, the modified "Divine Gold-001" at the very heart of the light orb emitted a succession of deep, vibrating dragon roars.
Inside Long Nation's Northern Central Command Center.
Seated upon the massive central throne, the elder Chief slowly exhaled a heavy breath. Directly ahead of him, the screen flashed to life, displaying Fengxi via the specially authorized link deployed on Chen Haoran's tactical device.
Upon the desk, the ink on the red-labeled top-secret document had not yet dried. Both the Chief's eyelids and his hands were trembling imperceptibly, yet he forcibly suppressed the raw shock raging within his chest, refusing to let an ounce of vulnerability betray his countenance to the other side.
He lifted his arm and slammed his hand onto the crimson button connecting straight to the lowest long-wave broadcast network of the Blue Planet. His voice dropped—flat, direct, yet laced with the unyielding, iron-blooded execution of a ten-thousand-year-old ancient nation that brooked no provocation:
[I am the Supreme Will of Long Nation.]
[From this exact millisecond forth, "The Cleaner" Fengxi is declared a First-Grade Pillar of our Long Nation, classified as our state's maximum-priority, rule-protected asset.]
[Inform the conglomerates and ambitious schemers across the ocean: the Deities may have departed, but Long Nation's electromagnetic railguns and thousands of nuclear counter-strike missiles remain chambered inside our underground fortresses.]
[Should any foreign power attempt to analyze, compromise, or lay claim to any segment of Fengxi's genetic code, Long Nation will require zero karmic evidence. We will directly deem it as—Total and Absolute War.]
[Our nation's saturated counter-strike mechanism will initialize within a single millisecond without warning, obliterating that nation's entire civilizational skeleton and every fraction of its urban population on the spot.]
The sound waves of the broadcast swept across the oceans. Inside the master control hall of the Western White Palace, the data parameters that had been skipping frantically pinned themselves dead in an instant.
Fengxi stood silently on the open balcony outside the intensive care ward. She reached up, her fingers lightly brushing the molecular-cutting locator radiating a faint heat directly beneath the Golden Loong totem on the back of her neck.
Within this post-apocalyptic wasteland where the strong devoured the weak and the gods had receded, Long Nation had provided her with the most gargantuan, iron-clad secular shield.
And deep within the phantom-green storm cyclone of her right eye, the gears had already locked onto the very first name on the million-scale karmic blacklist.
The Western conglomerates believed that the screens lighting back up signaled a return to the old rules of the world.
They had no idea that the reactivation of Global Livestream Room B was not a continuation of the game; it meant their guillotine had officially been wired to the grid.
The ultimate restructuring of new-era hegemony had been settled at this precise second—by the East flipping the table.
Inside the Divine Realm, within the DivineTemple.
The Beast God atop the Divine Throne slightly lifted a paw. Wisps of warm, soothing divine power scattered and entered the water mirror suspended in the void with absolute precision.
Inside the reflection, a dying little tuxedo kitten shuddered. The microvessels around its ruptured internal organs began to seal, and its ragged breathing turned steady and smooth within three seconds.
"Oh look, there's a little kitten here..."
"How pitiful. Let's take it back! I know where a pet hospital is nearby."
A man and two women appeared within the water mirror's frame. The middle-aged man held an umbrella while the older woman wrapped the tuxedo kitten in a dry towel, carefully placing it into an empty box inside the vehicle.
The engine roared to life, and the off-road vehicle tore through the rain curtain and sped away.
At that moment, the Beast God withdrew Her gaze and slowly spoke into the deathly silent temple:
"I believed you would transmit your voice to inquire. I did not expect you to arrive in person."
She stood up, turning Her gargantuan divine form. Her dark gold pupils pierced through layers of overlapping dimensions, locking onto the colossal bronze gates at the edge of the hall: "To travel so far is truly exhausting. Especially for a mere mortal such as you."
"Hans believed... the Great Beast God... would abandon the liquidation... of that organization... In my haste, I... came straight here. I hope the Great Beast God... will not blame Hans... for abandoning his post."
The man by the gates clutched the bronze frame tightly with his right hand, his nails letting out a sharp, screeching scrape against the metal from the sheer force.
He doubled over, gasping wildly for air. The fractured bones in his chest made every syllable he uttered taste heavily of blood.
This ashen, barely human-shaped figure pleading for forgiveness was none other than Lawyer Hans, who was supposed to be stationed inside the Divine Listener's balance dimension. A mortal body traversing the high-dimensional DivineRealm meant cross-boundary gravitational variance had nearly crushed both of his lungs.
"However," Hans took a deep breath, utilizing his counter-joints to force his spine straight. He looked directly at the supreme deity whom no mortal should look upon, speaking with the absolute conviction of a professional: "Seeing the scene just now... Hans knows... the Great Beast God will never spare... those wicked scumbags."
"Hans... is... at peace."
The moment the words left his mouth, his tensed nerves snapped entirely. His body collapsed like a discarded sandbag, plummeting straight toward the hardened obsidian floor.
One millisecond before bone and flesh could collide with the ground, the Beast God extended a paw.
A micro-light flashed in the void. Hans's plunging body came to a bizarre halt exactly three centimeters above the ground. The Beast God curled Her palm slightly; under the lifting force of the Rules, Hans floated up smoothly and drifted toward the deeper recesses of the temple.
The ground erupted with rock before softening into a stone bed radiating warm energy. Hans settled into the mattress, and a thin quilt reassembled from inorganic energy draped over his chest.
Upon the Divine Throne, the Beast God sat back down. Her massive divine shadow enveloped the entirety of the void, leaving behind only a low, emotionless programmatic declaration:
"I never speak in vain."